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"What are you all dawdling for!!" Looking at the ever-shrinking distance between them and the front, he shook his head anxiously. "Hurry up and shake them off!"

However, as they spoke, a dense rain of arrows fell from the sky, landing on the ship's deck with a clanging sound.

"Perhaps it's because the opponent has so many Archers, their attacks are becoming increasingly intense." Medea immediately set up a defensive spell, and her expression turned somewhat grim.

“Cannon fire is manageable,” Medea said, raising her hand to block another volley of arrows, then shaking her head in frustration. “But only I can defend against Atalanta and the others’ arrows.” Then, watching the Golden Deer approaching, Medea finally frowned and prepared for battle.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! Why did we get caught up?!" Jason stomped on the deck, his face contorted with rage. "This ship is the legendary Argo! It's nothing like those shabby sailing ships that people use!"

"This... is probably due to the difference in skill between the helmsmen." Medea shook her head helplessly as she watched the summoned pirate helmsman pierced by a silver arrow. "This is a skill that only humans who truly live off the sea can master. It's fundamentally different from those who travel by ship for some purpose." As she spoke, Medea glanced almost imperceptibly at Jason beside her.

"Damn it... there's no other way." Jason said, grasping the phantom of the golden cup within his body in his hand. "The Holy Grail!"

However, Drake's Golden Deer was faster than them; the proud woman stood at the bow, pointing her index finger at the panicked Jason.

"We caught up, you good-for-nothing good-for-nothing!" Drake's face flushed with joy. "At least let us see your cool side when we're about to die!"

"You scum!!!" Sure enough, Jason's angry shouts came from the ship ahead, pointing his index finger at the woman standing at the bow. "Go! Kill them!"

It's impossible to summon a Servant in such a short time using the phantom of the Golden Cup.

The phantom of the Shadow Servant, or rather, the remnants of the Servants, emerged before Jason.

"...That's a Shadow Servant, everyone please be careful!" Mash saw the cloaked, dark figure rushing towards them and took the initiative to charge forward with her shield.

"Oh dear, such a low-class thing." King David looked at the shadow follower with displeasure, raising his weapon. "...But, the fact that they have to resort to such a low-class thing just shows that the other side is almost at their wit's end, doesn't it?"

"What are you saying...!" Jason's furious voice came from the Argo.

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"What the hell are you talking about...!" Jason's face twisted instantly, and his gaze shifted to the green-haired youth-like Heroic Spirit. "I am Jason, how could I be driven to such a desperate situation by a bunch of mere humans like you...!"

"Hey, hey, hey, your name is Jason, right? Don't make such a scary face..." King David shook his head helplessly, but his eyes gradually sharpened. "...But if that's the case, then it means I was right, right?"

Jason then fell silent, merely directing his shadow followers to launch a silent attack.

However, with Drake and her group currently at the peak of their power, even formal Servants might not be able to defeat them. It seems that mere Shadow Servants are... a bit too weak?

After the battle with the alien W, everyone's experience and teamwork are no longer comparable to what they were at the beginning.

At least Nian Zhuo stood at the bow of the ship, watching the Shadow Servant being kicked around like a ball, and silently mourned for it for a few seconds.

Drake blasted him into the air with a single shot, then Mash smashed him down with her shield, and finally David, Artemis, and Euryale used him as a target in mid-air... Okay, and then there's Asterius, who slammed the Shadow Servant's head into the ground.

And so, this poor shadow follower was tortured by Drake and the others in front of Jason for several minutes. Apart from the first attack, the poor child was constantly being slammed into the ground and then pulled out and thrown into the air...

Finally, it turned into purplish-black particles and disappeared, ending its pitiful... no, its sinful life.

"Alright, anything else?" Drake stretched comfortably, looking at Jason, who was now completely panicked, and sheathed his spear, choosing his sword. "If not, we're going to charge in...? Although we're all archers here who can't even kill a chicken."

“Well then, I’m going to go.” As a member of the Argonauts, Atalanta, who had been kicked off the ship, had been displeased with Jason for a long time. She put aside the bow of the sky that Artemis had given her, and crouched down like a cheetah, her golden beast ears twitching from time to time. “Although I am an Archer, I am not incapable of close combat.”

"Well then, I'll go too~" Seeing a beautiful girl about to step forward, how could King David pass up this 'perfect' (in his opinion) opportunity? He even tossed his cane aside. "If I die, I'll leave the rest to you~"

"Fu! Fu!" Fu jumped back and forth on Nianzhuo's shoulders. Even Fu couldn't stand the blond scumbag opposite her who was similar to a certain old pervert.

"Then, please allow me to support everyone in the end." Raising her shield, Mash glanced at Ritsuka behind her, who was already rolling up her sleeves and even wanting to fight herself, and nodded. "Mash Kyrielight, sortie!"

"Don't even think about succeeding!" Then, the purple magic cannon instantly blocked the path of the attack, overturning the ship's deck. The purple-haired girl landed in front of Jason from mid-air, her face full of determination. "Protecting my Master is my duty. I must take good care of my Master until the very end."

However, when she spoke of her impending death, the peaceful smile on the girl's face only amplified her danger, sending a chill down the spines of those watching her.

"Ugh...this girl's gotten really sick..." Nian Zhuo, watching the scene from the bow, hadn't joined the battle. After all, for him right now, Medea alone wasn't worth his time, and it was also for Mashu and the others' growth. Besides...

Nianzhuo looked at his other trembling hand and touched Fufu's soft fur on his shoulder.

“It’s alright, I think the so-called natural madness... refers to someone like her, right…” Nian Zhuo shook his head at Fu Fu’s curious gaze and pointed to Medea opposite him.

At this moment, they are once again caught in the middle of a battle.

Medea once again deployed several magic arrays, simultaneously constructing a sturdy defensive magic barrier in front of Jason.

"Hmph~ Don't underestimate us!" Drake then approached the magic circle and slashed down with his sword. The blade rubbed against the magic circle and clashed with the purple lightning points. "We're different now than when we met before!" Then, the flintlock pistol struck the magic circle, causing some turbulence.

Drake saw Medea turn the magic cannon towards him, so he jumped away from his original position before the purple torrent of magic engulfed him.

"Annoying bugs...!" Medea's eyes showed a hint of impatience as several magic cannons circled around her, constantly transforming into tiny magical light bullets that shot towards the charging group.

If this had happened before defeating the alien W, these magic bullets might have caused some trouble for Ritsuka and the others.

However, regardless of the bonds or the level of teamwork, after the battle against Another W, everyone has already confidently entrusted their backs to their teammates and focused on doing what they should do.

Silver and green arrows rained down on the magical barrier in front of Medea, and the barrier, which should have remained firmly in place, gradually began to show signs of fatigue under the constant barrage of arrows.

"Ugh...!" As the caster of the magic, Medea's face naturally began to show pain as she bit her lip.

"So, Your Highness, you've never seen the world—" However, this brief moment of distraction was met with Drake's swift approach. He pressed the flintlock pistol against the flickering magic circle and couldn't help but reveal a triumphant smile.

"—There's still so much to learn!" Drake then pulled the trigger hard.

Moreover, Medea discovered that David, Atalanta, Euryale, and Artemis had all appeared behind her at some point, their bows drawn to their full length.

"Boom—" The close-range gunshot was like thunder, knocking Medea back.

At the same time, the Servants released the arrows that were ready to be released from their bows, instantly striking the already flickering magic circle.

"...!" In the very end, Asterius delivered the final blow. The axe blade that fell from the sky shattered the magic circle completely, instantly sending the seemingly boneless girl flying.

"Ouch—!" Medea struggled to her feet after hitting the box on the Argo, and saw Jason rushing over and hiding behind her.

"Cough...cough cough...Lord Jason, what should we do?" Medea coughed up a few mouthfuls of bright red blood, but her eyes gleamed with an inexplicable light as she stared intently at Jason before her. "Surrender is impossible, and retreat is impossible. And I am a magician who is utterly useless except for healing and defense—well, what should we do?"

"Shut up, you're so noisy!" Seeing the injured Medea staring at him, Jason could no longer suppress the darkness within him. "A wife should act like a wife, focusing solely on protecting her husband!"

"Yes, of course I'm considering it, Master." However, Medea had already subtly changed her address of Lord Jason to Master, her calm smile suggesting she had expected this all along. "Because this is what a Servant is all about. Hehehe~" A silvery laugh even escaped her lips.

"...What kind of expression is that? Why are you still smiling!" Jason looked at Medea's smile and instinctively sensed something was wrong. "Don't you understand what's going on...?!"

"Hmph~ That's because—" Medea's staff shone with a silver light, and the girl's smile gradually became hollow—

"Wait a minute." However, King David with green hair suddenly barged in, staring calmly at the frantic Jason. "Jason, I have a question for you."

"..." At least, one must remain composed in the face of the enemy. This thought forced Jason to suppress his emotions, staring silently into David's eyes.

"...Who exactly instilled in you the foolish idea of ​​offering Euryale to the Ark of the Covenant?" Staring at Jason's indifferent face, King David asked the question that had been bothering him, while keeping a close eye on Medea beside him out of the corner of his eye.

"What's it to you!" Sure enough, Jason couldn't stay calm when it came to this kind of issue.

"Oh, I just wanted to know." King David chuckled, but his eyes were icy cold. "Because if he were sacrificed, the world would be destroyed, you know?"

"————What did you say?" A deathly silence followed. Finally, Jason tilted his head, his wide eyes revealing his shock, as if he had forgotten that the person in front of him was an enemy.

"Isn't this just wishful thinking?" King David shrugged, looking disgusted. "That box is a vessel for death, a source of death. And offering it as a sacrifice to a god is just too insane. This could destroy this already unstable era!"

"—How could this be?" Jason clutched his head, curling into a ball. "Liar, it can't be—"

"That's why I asked you, isn't it?" King David turned a blind eye, looking at Jason, who was on the verge of collapse. "Offering to the gods will grant you unlimited power? Who exactly is instigating you to do this?" Although it was a question, David already had a conclusion. "Hector? Or Medea? Which one?" He pressed on, making Jason, who was clutching his head and trembling, shake even more violently.

“…Medea?” Upon hearing Medea’s name, Jason trembled as he looked at his young 'wife' who was smiling beside him. “Those words just now…were they all lies?” He crawled shakily to her side, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and Jason seemed to be bewitched.

“If you offer the gods to the Ark of the Covenant, you can gain invincible power, right? That’s what that lord said…” As Jason spoke, his voice trailed off as he looked at Medea’s unchanging expression.

“Yes, those are not lies.” Medea smiled and admitted everything, but her smile became increasingly hollow. “Because when an era dies, the world will be destroyed. The destruction of the world means that there will be no more enemies. You see—isn’t that invincible?” The girl’s smile remained unchanged, still exquisite and beautiful.

—Like a doll.

"You...you...you've all deceived me!" Jason pointed a finger at Medea's face, his own face contorting in pain. "This is meaningless! My wish is...this time, I must create an ideal nation! A nation where everyone respects me! A nation where everyone is content, where there is no strife, a truly ideal nation! Aren't these all necessary trials to achieve this goal?! Isn't this a second chance for me?!" He roared madly, his eyes darting around at everything in his surroundings.

The Argo, my beautiful wife...? All that pride I once held now seems even more hypocritical than a lie.

“…This is an impossible dream, Lord Jason.” Medea shook her head helplessly, but her words were as icy as ice. “Because you can’t do it. You can’t become the ideal king.” She knelt down in front of Jason, looking at his blank expression.

“Even if people have a desire for peace, the souls that want to push this forward are twisted to an appalling degree.” Ruffling Jason’s blond hair, Medea smiled as if looking at prey. “You cannot achieve your dreams in the way you desire. The moment you get what you truly want, you are destined to destroy it with your own hands.”

"You... what are you saying! Witch!" Jason roared, angrily slapping Medea's hand away, his face filled with the rage of betrayal. "What do you know, hiding in some remote temple! I was born as the son of a king, only to have my throne stolen by my uncle! He even forced me into that centaur's stable! I endured it all, recuperating and building up my strength. I assembled the Argonauts, gathering heroes together! How could I possibly be unworthy of being king?! I only wanted to reclaim my country! I only wanted to have a country of my own! What's wrong with this?! Tell me, you traitor—" His angry gaze pierced Medea's face.

"...What a pity." Medea shook her head helplessly. "Since being summoned, I have only ever told the truth. I am Princess Medea, who has not yet been betrayed, a witch who unconditionally believes in the one who brought me out into the world. That's why I protect you, chosen by that king. Everything is true, everything is real... although there are some misunderstandings." Medea revealed a lovely smile, but it was completely incongruous with the hideous wound on her abdomen.

“For example, you just asked me to protect you, right?” The girl bent down and cupped Jason’s face in her hands. “As for how to protect you…”

The staff in the girl's hand emitted a dazzling silver light.

"That's how we protect it."

At some point, Jason seemed to see the figure of the betraying witch from the future overlap with the girl in front of him.

In the end, it was all for naught.

The staff, gleaming with silver light, pierced Jason's abdomen in an instant.

"Huh...?" Anyone who sees this scene would probably be stunned.

Medea, who had been protecting Jason, now pierced Jason's abdomen with her staff.

"Huh...?" Jason seemed to have not yet recovered, but the pain in his abdomen and the bright red blood he saw told him everything. He shakily placed his hand on his stomach, looked at the bright red blood that instantly stained his hand, and uncontrollably collapsed to the ground.

"—Is this how you protect yourself?" Medea's smile remained unchanged as she looked at the blood on the staff. At the same time, she raised her hand, purple magic swirling around her palm, and the next second it pierced Jason's heart.

"Pfft!" Jason spat out blood, staring in astonishment at his bloodied hand pierced through his chest, then at Medea's smiling face before him, and inexplicably felt a surge of heat.

Medea's hand, which pierced Jason's body, grasped the phantom of the Holy Grail within him.

Then, the golden cup slowly twisted, starting from Jason's chest and contorting his body.

"What?!" Sensing the strange sensation in his body, Jason reached out towards the girl in front of him. "You...you!? Stop! What are you doing?!" Covering the twisted part of the Holy Grail, Jason saw his palm melt like butter. "Eh, no! No, no, no! My body...my body is melting...!!"

Then, he vanished from everyone's sight like a pile of yellow sand.

"Thump—" A heavy sound came from behind. Drake and the others turned around and saw Nian Zhuo, who had already raised his sword.

"Tsk...!" Ever since he saw Jason's figure suddenly disappear, Nian Zhuo had keenly sensed something was wrong, but the aftereffects in his body made him a step too late.

The phantom of the golden cup, stained with Jason's blood, floated slowly in Medea's palm before she placed it into her body.

“Oh no…” Nianzhuo tapped his head, feeling that his vision was still a little blurry.

"The Holy Grail, the ultimate instrument to fulfill my long-cherished wish." The girl raised her staff. Unlike the previous purple magic circle, this time a huge, pitch-black magic circle was displayed, its range so vast that it instantly covered the entire deck.

"Show yourself, remember this well. The one who has descended here is none other than the Seventy-Two Pillar Demons." The girl stretched out her palm, and on the patch of yellow earth that Jason had transformed into, the phantom of the blond youth slowly appeared before everyone.

"Gah...Gah...Aa ...

"—I grant you the power to fight." A black and red orb of light appeared in Medea's hand, and she threw it into Jason's body. "I grant you the power to fight, let us fight together for destruction."